I sit 

I stare

Watching you get ready.

I see the ugly the sad

the joy the good days and bad.

We are always together.

I may make you feel ugly

but I give you help.

Every mark every cut 

I SEE.

I promise you im always watching you. 

I see how you hurt yourself how 

you are so soft and gentel as if you don't wanna hurt 

but deep inside you do.

You scream in pain waiting itching to be free.

 

Those eyes as blue

as the sky.

The heart of gold siting 

in your chest.

Wondering why.

Why nobody loves you 

why nobody loves you when you try so hard.

So hard to be perfect.

but you sill lay wondering.

I'm the onlyone who see's your

inner beauty.

 

You spend hours everyday

covering that beauty 

thats within you.

Only not to get noticed 

witch makes you cry but why?

Why do you cry

you love to be "Beautiful" 

that one stereotypical type of 

beauty.

But even though you try to be 

like all of the "pretty" girls 

you never will be.

you will always be the type of pretty where

"some people like you and some people don't"

You want to stop woring if people like you.

You want to be the easy type of pretty.

That you'll never be. 

 

You look at me 

And I tell you what I see 

I never lie 

but yet you still get

dissapointed in me. 

I will never be enough

for you or Me.